In Her Skin

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[haunting chime music]

The minute you give birth,

you're gripped

by an inexplicable fear,

the fear of loss.

You start the journey in fear

and spend every day

trying to keep

that unknown threat at bay.

But in my heart of hearts,

I knew danger had caught up.

I was off guard,

asleep on duty.

[solemn orchestral music]

[melancholy orchestral

rock music]

# What you wanna say? #

[water splashing]

# I'll wait

till you get home #

# I'm sick

of communicating #

# Over the telephone #

# But tell me how you feel #

# For I am lonely too #

# Need you to know #

# I'm just as cold and numb #

# as you #

[chimes jingling]

[deep, echoing breaths]

# Ah, ah, ah, ah #

# Ah, ah, ah, ah #

[tram rattling]

[brakes hissing]

[tram engine chugging]

[tram engine stops]

[phone ringing]

[door slams shut]

You don't have to wait.

You girls go watch...

watch TV.

Hello?

Rachel never

got off the tram.

Has she called you?

No, do you think

she got off

at the Campbell stop

instead?

I don't think so.

We arranged

that I'd pick her up here

an hour ago.

Something's happened.

I'm gonna call the police.

Liz, maybe you should wait.

She's never late.

Never.

No, I know, but why don't you

call Manni first?

And I'll wait here,

and I'll call you back in a bit.

[phone ringing]

Done everything right,

did Michael Gardner.

He sprinted back

to the vacant goal square.

Emmanuel...

[speaking Italian]

[phone continues ringing]

Emmanuel!

Hey, babe.

Is Rachel with you?

Oh, hi, Elizabeth.

Isn't she home?

No, she didn't come home.

Manni, do you know

where she is?

I thought she'd be home.

The last time I saw her,

she was getting on the tram

to meet Mike.

She didn't meet Mike,

Manni.

She didn't get off the tram.

Hey, Elizabeth, look.

I'm sure she'll be fine.

Manni, do you have any idea

where she could be?

No, sorry.

[phone ringing]

Box Hill Police Station.

Hello.

I want to report

a missing person.

My daughter,

she's missing.

Yep, okay.

Can I just get your name

and details, please, ma'am?

Elizabeth Barber.

My daughter's name

is Rachel Barber.

She's 15 years old.

She was supposed

to get off the tram.

My husband was meant

to pick her up,

but she didn't.

Something's happened.

I know it.

She hates the dark,

and she hasn't rung.

Okay, and how long has she

been missing for, Mrs. Barber?

About an hour

and a quarter.

You don't understand.

My daughter is never late.

She never disappears.

So I'm not...

I'm not overreacting.

[tram bell dings]

The last time I saw her

was with Manni

at the end of classes.

Zoe, if anyone

has seen or heard from her,

can you call?

Hold on.

Absolutely.

Let me know

if there's anything I can do.

Yes, I will.

I will.

[phone ringing]

Rachel.

Elizabeth?

There's something

I didn't tell you before.

What?

Rachel had a job tonight.

A job?

What job?

I don't know.

She didn't say.

Where?

With who?

I don't know.

You guys

share the same diary.

You talk to each other

ten times a night.

I don't understand, Manni.

I'm calling the police.

I'm calling everyone

I can think of,

and you lie to me.

What's wrong with you?

I'm sorry.

Where did she go?

What job?

What did she say to you?

She said she was gonna

make a lot of money

and not to worry,

'bause it was with

an old friend.

What friend?

[mournful orchestral music]

[car doors slamming shut]

I've rung everyone

I can think of.

No one's seen her.

Doesn't make sense,

does it?

She's in trouble,

Mike.

Enough, Liz.

She's okay.

You know Rachel.

She probably just got off

at the wrong tram stop,

and she's wandering the street

as we speak, lost.

You two didn't have a fight,

did you?

Right.

Well, let's not jump to any

conclusions just yet, okay?

We'll find her,

most likely hungry

and pissed off.

Look, I'll... I'll go and look

down Burwood Highway.

She could have got off

up there.

That's great, Drew.

Thanks, mate.

Do you think maybe

we should go

and look around

the dance school?

[car horns honking]

[knocking on door]

Rachel?

Rachel?

[sirens wailing]

Rachel?

Rachel?

[distorted whooshing

and ringing sounds]

[deep, echoing breaths]

[light, haunting music]

[tram bell rings]

[car horns honking]

You have to go back

to Box Hill.

We went to Box Hill

this morning.

They've got primacy

of the investigation.

Give them a chance

to do something.

Please,

Rachel's very naive.

We think she may have been...

Well, Mike, you tell him.

Go on.

Oh, well, there's a brothel

called Number 27,

and this woman in a clothes shop

just said to me

that the brothel

tries to get people in

by giving them money and...

We think she may have been

kidnapped by this brothel.

You see, Rachel did tell

her boyfriend

that she was going

to make a lot of money,

that she had a job

with an older woman, so...

Number 27's

a legal brothel,

one of the more reputable ones.

Go back to Box Hill.

Well, we have a poster

that we've made up.

Could you please put one up?

There's a $70 fine for

putting up posters illegally.

Get permission first.

They just

don't believe us.

They think she's run off

with friends.

Bob downstairs has got a mate

in missing persons.

I'll get him to call him.

Oh, that would be great,

wouldn't it, Mike?

Rachel?

I thought

you wouldn't look.

Don't do that.

If someone's taken her,

they probably dumped her bag

in one of these things,

haven't they?

Mike, I'm sorry.

I thought if you knew,

you'd wait,

and I thought we'd lose time,

and I know that

we have to find her.

She's in trouble.

I know.

What did Manni say to you?

He told me that she was going

to meet an older woman,

a friend, that she'd offered her

money for a job.

What older women

does she know?

I went through her phone book.

I can't think of anyone.

She's bloody done

something stupid.

She's not dead.

I don't feel it.

I'd know.

We'd know.

We'd know.

I barely spoke to her

yesterday.

We'll find her.

We'll find her.

This is Detective Patterson

here from missing persons.

I received a call.

Yes, well,

young girls of this age

tend to go missing all the time,

Mrs. Barber.

I'm sure it's quite unusual,

but you're gonna

have to trust me on...

You're going to have

to trust me on this one,

Mrs. Barber.

The statistics

will back me up on this.

She's only been gone a...

Mrs. Barber,

she's only been gone a...

Okay, Mrs. Barber.

Yes, I'm hearing you, yep.

Okay.

Mr. and Mrs. Barber?

Mrs. Barber?

Yes, can we wait?

My husband's

just gone to the car.

We've left the mobile phone

in the car.

He can follow us up.

Just so you understand,

this type of report is not

usually investigated by CIB.

However, I have been

asked to take a statement.

[bell tolling]

[baby crying]

[speaking indistinctly]

F*** off.

Okay.

Can I wait for my husband,

please?

Oh, he can catch up.

The toys...

[phone ringing]

[laughter]

This'll be the third time

this week.

Yeah, he's doing all right.

All he does is drink

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